T notices there’s someone nearby. A kiss on her neck makes her smile. She turns to Farouz and kisses him full on the lips… in public! This is something that a few months ago would have been impossible for her. Adding tongue, even more so.

T and J find a big block. It’s too heavy to lift.

“We need a pulley,” the engineer says and starts stripping. “Give me your clothes, I’ll need them to make a kind of rope.”

J. Tiffany hears T slip out of her clothes. “Are you naked yet?”

“Yes. Why?”

J gives T’s boobs a good squeeze.

Dafni observes how her benefactor’s passions transform his face. His greedy eyes, lip-licking-tongue, hip-shifting, crotch-freeing movements easily reveal his passion for her. His energies shifted into one clear conclusion: she will be his soon. So far, the requirement of her continued virtue favoring her predictive magic, kept him at bay. It would either be her lack of usefulness or his lack of patience that would break the spell. His impatience won.